“Tonight, my love, tonight I’ll make you mine and by tomorrow, I’ll show my mating mark in front of the pack by pack law. I already love you so much; I can’t imagine loving you more. Now we have to get up and get ready for our day. It will be a long one.”
A discrete knock on the door brought Pierre with a light breakfast which he set up at the small table between the two wing chairs. “I don’t think I can eat,” Sean said. “I’m nervous. I’m way out of my comfort zone. All of this,” Sean waved around at the opulent room, “is almost too much. I still feel like I don’t belong here.”
“You’re getting pre-wedding jitters. Your friends will be here is about two hours. You’ll feel better with someone familiar around you. Remember this, baby, you are my mate, I was predestined to love you.”
“You say that, I believe I feel that, but what if it’s not real? What if you’re mistaken? How do I know it’s real?”